Good morning Joan
Now pick up your phone
It was bad but just a dream
And you are remembered
Put on something pretty
Go back to the city
In the town the sky"s just space
No starlight in your face
Listen to Eve
She"s got stuff up her sleeve
To her there"s no excuse
You"ve gotta use before you get used
Or talk to Louise
She knows all about freezing
She got lost in early May
And now it"s December
I"d call on you if I could
If you were less like me I would
Good morning Joan
Did you wake up
